Chapter 2 - Henceforth you will be known as Darth...
Her awkward years were just that. From pre-pubescent to young teenager, Elsa found she could not turn to anyone other than her master.
A MAN.
Powerful Sith Lord he may be, but still a man.
A man who could no more help her in the ways of being a woman than a droid could.
His last consort disappeared just as Elsa needed another female to talk to.
Not about the 'Force', or hand-to-hand combat or even meditation to focus one's hate.
Just to talk about being a woman in a man's universe.
As vulgar or tasteless as her masters consort was, she could have helped Elsa through these awkward times. She didn't even remember her name? She only referred to her as,"That bitch" when her vocabulary expanded enough.
Still, she did learn some things without the need of her master's harlot.
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"Maintain your balance! Focus! Let the hate flow through you! Feed your anger..." the deep voice droned in the back of her mind.
Elsa was balancing on a metal beam, suspended ten feet from the ground. Her eyes were covered with a black sash. Her left hand held her old blue light sabre. Her right hand held her newly acquired orange light sabre. Both were ignited now and the dual hums filled the dark room of the training chamber.
"Feed my anger?", she thought. "Oh, I'm angry right now, alright!"
Since she was rudely yanked from her bed earlier this morning by the power of the force, wearing nothing more than her short night dress. Her master instructed her to expand her perception of the force.
Without the use of her eyes! And for the last eight hours of training she was directing and molding the power of the dark side to her will. She jumped, flipped, dodged and parried the metallic floating combat droids that tried to dislodge her from the narrow beam she was balanced on.
Her arms and legs ached. Her bladder was full. And the grime and sweat from the intense workout caused her thin night dress to cling and stick to her form. Her exposed legs however stung from where the laser blasts contacted her skin when she failed to block the droids attacks.
Occasionally, when she erred, frost would form on the beam around her feet, or a light snow would begin to fall.
"I told you to control that annoying talent of yours!" her Master hissed at her. He would mentally slap her on the back of the head whenever she did that, and a dull throb began to form.
"Someday, you will get yours, worm!" she quietly fumed. "I will find your weakness! And when I do, I will be merciless! "
That is of course, doctrine." The "Rule of Two" established by Darth Bane so long ago decreed that Darth Mortis would eventually fall by HER sword!
Assuming he survived the conflicts with the Jedi.
"NO! He will die by ME, by my BLADE!" she swore quietly while slashing at her flying opponents and blocking their shots with practiced skill.
"Enough!" His voice was strangely soft.
She turned off her weapons, unhooked her blindfold and gazed down at him from atop the metal beam. Her platinum braid limply bounced against her sweat soaked undergarment which clung to her shoulders, back and front. Her exposed long legs were covered in a sheen of sweat and grime.
His gaze on her was intense as it followed her form from top to bottom and back. Did she see desire?
She was "gross", she thought. She stank and so desperately needed to relieve herself.
So WHY then was her Master so focused on her?
Her face? Her body?
She was fifteen now. She grew fast. Tall for her age. Slim and strong from hours of daily training.
In the last few years her body grew fuller. Her hips, breasts and buttocks were rounding out. And her legs became longer and more shapely.
Over the years, her Master insisted her clothes be tighter, and her dresses be shorter.
Why? She was flat as a board, then... All awkward and clumsy. She wasn't particularly attractive either, or so she thought.
Still, she had no measuring stick to compare to since her Master's last consort inexplicably disappeared years ago.
Instead of performing a force induced front flip and dismounting from the beam, she decided to try something else...
She lowered her body and straddled the beam. The cool metal invading her thighs and riding up to her centre. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth forming an "oh" with her lips.
She could "sense" a wave of desire from her Master, even without looking at him. It was palpable. She could "feel" his eyes roughly over her curves, down her spine, and in her crevices.
"Interesting..." she thought.
Resisting the urge to smile and keeping her eyes closed, she flipped her body under the beam and while upside down, let her night dress drop to expose her barely covered pelvis. Then, after a couple of seconds, with both hands still gripping the beam, she let go and dropped gracefully to the ground.
These training sessions could be used now for other ways to train herself. These lessons would be self-taught of course, but she had every confidence she would succeed at the art of deception and seduction.
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By now Elsa was already an accomplished swords-person. Though she did not participate in the actual slaying of her Master's enemies, she would engage them with her master.
Usually it was a neophyte Jedi Knight that just received his laurels and was heady with confidence. Other times it was an over-weight but wealthy street merchant. Still other times it may have been an aged politico that somehow deserved her Master's interest.
Now at almost eighteen, she would soon graduate and claim her first kill.
It's been nearly three years since she found out that the eyes that constantly roamed over her body when he was training her, scolding her, punishing her and teaching her was constantly thinking about ... fucking her!
His thoughts betrayed him!
She could not believe for how long he planned this! If she were not a Sith, she would be repulsed by the behaviour of such a deviant! To raise a sentient being from child to adulthood with the sole intention of engaging in charnel, lustful sex...
It almost made her vomit. Almost...
But the Sith fed off such powerful and strong desires. Their strength was in EMOTION! It was true that she was trained to be his partner as a force of nature against the tired dogma of the Jedi, but destiny also determined that his partner would also be his... lover.
Or so Darth Mortis believed.
So she used the last few years to test his limits. Wondering if he would surrender to his perverted, pedophilic desires and try to claim her when she was a minor?
Apparently, he was made of sterner stuff.
Perhaps she was too obvious?
Surely he could sense her emotions when she displayed herself with less and less clothing during her arduous training sessions.
The less she wore, the more powerful and confident she felt! If she could make a man as strong in will and ego as her Master desire her with such lust, imagine the crushing overwhelming power she would have against a mere mortal male? No man could resist her! It was almost too easy!
And so, on the eve of her eighteenth birthday, she decided a final test for him.
His usual routine was to forcibly yank her out of bed using the force every fortnight for eight continuous hours of training on a narrow metal beam. She used to make sure to fully relieve herself before going to bed since that one time she could not hold her bladder during the training.
He whipped her like an animal after that session. Elsa could not move for days after that punishment. In retrospect, he probably got turned on while whipping her porcelain white flesh! The red welts clearly visible through the thin filmy night dress she usually wore. Such were his perversions!
As luck would have it, tomorrow would be a fortnight again since her last session.
So come the morrow, he would give in to his base desires! He would not be able to contain himself, of that she was certain! His eyes NEVER left her body as she was suspended from the metal beam ten feet over his head. Her body twirling. Her arms and legs flashing. Her mind and essence at one with the force.
As she raised the sheets of her modest bed and prepared to climb in, a smirk was etched on her face as she regarded her thin night dress left abandoned on the nightstand...
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AUTHOR NOTES
Thanks for sticking around. I guess if your reading this, than you read the last chapter. The next chapter WILL certainly be rated EXPLICIT. But I'm also writing my other story so it may be a few days.
Please leave a message if you like this or have any suggestions. This is my first smut fic, I'm more used to fluff, so I don't know if I'm doing this right.
if you like fluff, stay tuned cause Anna will be coming soon, and if you know Frozen and like ELSANNA, than you know it will get fluffy!
or check out BEYOND ARENDELLE, it's really fluffy.
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Preview of Chapter 3
Chapter 3 - I am SITH, hear me ROAR
It was cold and windy.
She was on her knees.
She was nude.
At the edge of a forest, in the middle of the night, illuminated by two full moons which cast enough light that it seemed to be almost dusk on her home planet of Arendelle, Elsa waited.
The cold never bothered her anyway.
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Last week, Darth Mortis, ordered her to find a crystal that would be the essence of her power. Her conduit to the Dark Side. Her own light sabre.
"It must be natural", he said. Other Sith Lords acquired manufactured crystals to achieve the red glow for their weapons. "I will only accept one found in nature!"
"How do I find this crystal? Where do I go? I'm no miner!" Elsa exclaimed.
He raised his hand quickly and made as if to strike her, his fury building... but he stopped. His frown disappeared, and a smile appeared on his face. He lowered his hand and cupped her chin and said,"You will find it in one of the mines of Karbarra. I will take you there."
His demeanour to her had vastly improved!
Was she really THAT GOOD?
Again, having no measuring stick to compare with caused her frustration time and again. Ice began forming at her feet. In the past, he DID strike her when her ice powers showed. Now he acted more like a charming and kindly father. He even began doting on her at times.
In a sense he WAS her father, since taking her from her true parents and beloved twin sister more than fifteen years ago. He raised her, trained her and guided her most of her life.
And then he fucked her...